So thats what the caged bird sings about, freedom . . . I visualized the perilous, melancholic look the bird had in its eyes remembering the missed migrations.
The motion moves this haiku from seasonal entry to possibilities, into frozen potential celled by forced human limitation, to missed freedoms' expression to share and spread the flight and the beauty and the message. The expanded vision is large in this encapsulated and powerful haiku!
In my jewel-encrusted cage, two songbirds sing, but not in harmony. Solemn dirges and shrieking accusations keep me from sleep or silent contemplation. Why not let them fly free? They will not leave. They know not how to live out of captivity, in a land of icy stares and treeless streets. They shriek and cry, and I, I know no solace for we three. We feed on stale crusts, dipped in champagne so bubbly. There's not much else to say. In these sleepless hours I learn new dancesteps timed to familiar refrains.
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Comments: 9
Great, a haiku, right ?
Solemn dirges and shrieking accusations
keep me from sleep or silent contemplation.
Why not let them fly free?
They will not leave.
They know not how to live out of captivity,
in a land of icy stares and treeless streets.
They shriek and cry, and I, I know no solace for we three.
We feed on stale crusts, dipped in champagne
so bubbly.
There's not much else to say.
In these sleepless hours
I learn new dancesteps
timed to familiar refrains.
(c) May 7, 2007 Laurie Corzett